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The lyrics paint a bleak picture of a world where societal structures are fundamentally broken, leaving the vulnerable to create their own, albeit grim, realities. The opening verse immediately establishes a sense of unease and disorientation, comparing the chosen path to "sick cattle" and describing a forced, blind movement through obscured surroundings. This feeling of being lost and manipulated is amplified by the narrator's observation that "everyone dies while the kings advertise," suggesting a stark contrast between the suffering of the many and the self-serving displays of the powerful. The sheer volume of distractions offered – "extravagantly packaged bags of dick / Or this, or that, or perhaps extreme sports" – highlights a society numbed by superficiality. The central tension lies in the cyclical nature of this sickness and the passive, yet active, response of the oppressed. The repeated hook, "When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit / While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch," is a powerful indictment. The "rich aggressively sit" implies a deliberate, almost predatory inaction, while the poor are left to "dance and build a beautiful ditch." This phrase is a striking oxymoron: a "beautiful ditch" suggests a desperate attempt to find aesthetic or meaning in a self-made void, a place of refuge that is also a grave. The lyrics employ a jarring juxtaposition of the mundane and the horrific to underscore this societal decay. The bridge offers a series of grim pronouncements, like "I would help wolves eat all police," a radical, almost nihilistic sentiment born from perceived injustice. Later, the narrator describes being "gasping [at the?] layers like one casually grabs for a aspirin," a darkly humorous image that captures the overwhelming complexity and absurdity of the situation, leading to a "laughin', but I'm not laughin'" state of emotional paralysis. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics stems from their unflinching portrayal of systemic rot and the desperate, almost absurd, coping mechanisms it engenders. The repeated imagery of sickness, death, and the stark divide between the "rich" and the "poor" creates a visceral sense of unease. The concept of the "beautiful ditch" is particularly potent, encapsulating the tragic ingenuity of those forced to find solace and purpose in the very structures that define their downfall, a poignant commentary on resilience in the face of overwhelming despair.

Doseone - Rap

Beautiful Ditch

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[Verse 1: Doseone] Sick cattle That's not the sort of steed that one saddles Forced through the trees, can't see, baffled Goes [gaffled?] Compassion stashed on compartments because I have to Like a chopper[?] what[?] tackle[?] I know what that really spells Like when comedians kill themselves Or when a beating truly helps When glands swell, well well well I surmise everyone dies while the kings advertise Dead eyes truly do buy Extravagantly packaged bags of dick Or this, or that, or perhaps extreme sports Or rap, or bait, or just trap, or human sap, or hat on a hat [Hook: Doseone] When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch [Bridge 1: Doseone] Sick man don't eat days a week (meanwhile) Millionaires mean nothing to me (meanwhile) I would help wolves eat all police (meanwhile) Hunters throw away the meat (meanwhile) [Verse 2: Doseone] Most muggers read the scared sound of your feet before they eat Meanwhile wealthy men watch eagles sleep or beagles feast On fresh-caught fox, there is no heaven, only cops So keep your thoughts about you and armor all around you Decide like knives, what you won't and aren't allowed to While the world runs poisonous pipe-cleaning through Everything right in sacred sight to decimate life in all directions Inaction (what) (what) the fuck is happening I'm gasping [at the?] layers like one casually grabs for a aspirin I'm laughin', but I'm not laughin' [Bridge 2: Doseone] (On it go) to all unemployed bees (On it go) to all half-destroyed seas (On it go) to all our tiny trees (On it go) with the poisonous leaves [Hook] When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch When the world gets perfectly sick, the rich aggressively sit While the poor can only dance and build a beautiful ditch [Outro samples] (I don't give a fuck about none of you) On it go (I don't give a fuck about none of you) On it go (I don't give a fuck about none of you) On it go And death shall have no dominion When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone They shall have stars at elbow and feet

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Writers: Doseone

Beautiful Ditch

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